Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1256

Aubree had come to realize that holding onto hatred for someone was just as consuming and challenging as loving them. That's why she never let herself hate Andrew. She just felt there was no point in getting tangled up with him anymore.

Yet, here was Andrew, almost glued to her side, keeping a watchful eye on her, just like she used to do for him. The difference was, her actions had been driven by deep love. Andrew's behavior now seemed more rooted in guilt. But for that matter, she didn't need

anyone's guilt. Those who deserved their comeuppance had already received it.

Taking a deep breath, Aubree decided to take a relaxing bath. Wrapped in a towel, she sat on the couch, studying her lines for tomorrow. Acting had become her way of experiencing different lives, and now, it gave her life meaning. Plus, she had a massive fan base. A single tweet from her could easily get over a hundred thousand comments. She felt the love of so many.

She once saw her lonely reflection in Brielle, but things had changed. Both she and Brielle were now surrounded by an intense love. It was a wonderful feeling.

After memorizing her lines, she rubbed her temples, ready to drift off to sleep. But then the lights flickered and the room plunged into darkness. It wasn't just her home; the whole neighborhood seemed to be cloaked in shadow. A power outage in the city center? That was almost unheard of.

powered off. Panic set in swiftly, sweat beading on her forehead as if she was surrounded by unseen voices. Aubree's breathing became labored. She tried

the thought of someone else in her bed sliced through her like a knife. Lying on the floor, immobilized as if bound, tears streamed down her face. Her foot ached, her body shivered

clutching her ears tightly. The voices of fear seemed to penetrate every defense, tormenting her

Andrew stood outside, calling her name, candle in hand. It was still early;

he kicked the door open to find silence within. He rushed in, immediately spotting the huddled figure beside the couch. His heart clenched in pain, frozen in place before swiftly moving to help

Are

the candle on the coffee table to stabilize

does it hurt? I'll take you to the

voice trembled with anxiety, his hand first checking her

"Is it your stomach?"

glow,

seeing the face before her made her